Moonlighting
by Hezekiah Allen Taylor

A feminist perspective:
he had that knowing smirk
I liked that smirk
he wore it well
he could stop traffic, I think
(in the clichéd sense)
and made me wet
long before I was really
old enough to know how to interpret
the moisture

but I didn't want to be her
didn't like her one bit
not one iota
she made me nervous
she was plastic
and unfuckable

at least he had the imperfection
of receding hairline
that was a tangible image
one I could balance neatly
against the crevices
of my own skin

it made him positively ideal

 

Francine's Version -- Hezekiah's Version -- Inspiration
Previous Poem -- Next Poem -- Table of Contents